Once E made it back inside the lobby, there was a third orderly waiting. This one, Wendell, was a longtime friend. They played high school football t...gether and even sold dope together for a while back in the day. Both in their late thirties, they had never really known much strife in their friendship.“My man,” grinned Wendell.“Wassup, Dell,” E greeted him.“Shit, man. Tryna finish this double.“I’m bout to head out.”“Take it easy.”“Bet.”With that Big disappeared down the hallway.“E must have it. He has a flat tire and won’t be able to pick you up.” “No problem, I can take a taxi.” She thought for a second and then said, “Are you still tired?” “No, actually I am feeling fine.” “Would you like to see a different side to Panama than last night?”“Sure, I would love to.” “Good, stay here while I get changed and then we can take my car.” She went into the bathroom carrying a plastic bag. When she came out a few minutes later, it was a different woman. She wore a tight white dress that ended. She realized the response was sexual and she realized she wanted it. Amy could not look away. A war was waging inside her head. Was she just uncomfortable or was what she was watching wrong? Was her friend, her best friend, sinning by touching Catherine? What would Jesus want her to do? Not having ready answers had her riveted to her spot on the rug, not moving and barely breathing. Catherine whispered, ‘Touch me, inside.’ Her knees parted another two inches or so. Ever so slowly Beth moved her. We did share some more conversation for a period of time, much about our adventures, desires and of course last evenings show for her. As we talked about moving to playing together I moved next to her on the couch, as I touched her breasts, and she spread open her legs, pulling her panties to expose her very lovely wet pussy....Which I reached to brush my fingers across, as she reached to feel my own hardening cock in my pants, as I assisted her in making it available for her.Exposing my hard.